The tension was palpable as we hit the exhibition tent and I half expected to see Miss Marple emerge fro amongst the fuchsias. The cute guy next to me was arranging a rather tiny courgette - "it's a climbing courgette - a trombocino - what's yours?" he asked waspishly. Other than the fact mine was pretty sure it was courgette and even better - yellow I didn't have a clue - bastard.
Three hours later I'd won £3.23 in prize money and R's blatant use of glittery red accessorising pom pom had secured him a second in the tomatoes entry. It was one of the best days ever and the trombocino? Disqualified.
